It's Complicated || Larry & Ziam [COMPLETED]

six

Louis was furious as he knocked on Zayn's front door.

"Go away, Liam!"

"It's not Liam," Louis said, puzzled. Why would Zayn tell Liam to go away?

"Well, then, go away, Louis," Zayn told him as he opened the door. He looked tired. "I don't want to talk."

"Why is Liam acting weird? And why are you acting weird?"

"What did Liam tell you?"

"That you two are fighting."

Zayn sighed. "Sounds about right. Come in."

"Why is no one telling me anything?"

"Because it's none of your business."

Louis wanted to know why the hell his best friends wouldn't tell him anything. Zayn looked like he wasn't happy, and Liam had looked mad.

"Fine. Let me know when you and Liam get everything sorted out."

And then he was gone.

/ / / \ \ \

When AP History rolled around, Louis didn't say anything to Harry except stuff about class. He wasn't in the mood to do so. He figured it must have been a pleasant change for Harry, but he was mad that he knew more about whatever was happening with his friends than he did.

At lunch, Liam sat with them, but he barely spoke. Zayn didn't talk much, either. They sat with Sara and a couple of other cheerleaders and football guys, so it looked like they were Louis's only hope for conversation.

"Tell me something about you," Louis said.

"What the hell? Why?" Harry asked.

"Because I'm trying to be polite. So do it."

Harry rolled his eyes. "That was very polite of you. Um... I like to sing."

"Really?" Louis asked. He doubted he could believe it.

"Yeah. The people who've heard me sing say I'm not bad."

"And how many people is that?"

"I thought you were trying to be polite," Harry told him.

"I am. Sing something."

"Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Because I know that you're going to say some shit about how it wasn't 'that good' or something. What about you? Any secret talents?"

"Football."

"That's not a secret."

"I like theatre," Louis said.

"There we go! Something I didn't already know."

"You're not going to make fun of it?"

Harry gave him a puzzled look. "Why would I? You think I'm going to call you gay for liking theatre?"

"I mean, I would."

"Louis, in case you didn't already know, I am gay. I don't like it when people call things gay, like it's something to be ashamed of. If you like theatre, that has nothing to do if you like boobs or dick or both or neither. Absolutely nothing. Why don't you do the plays the drama department puts on, then?"

"Because I'd look stupid," Louis said, as if that made it all make sense.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Just like Zayn. Caring too much about what other people think to do your own thing."

"What do you know about Zayn?"

"Nothing."

"What did Liam tell you?"

"I said nothing. If he didn't tell you, it's not my place to do so."

"So it's this big secret that no one will tell me. Great."

"I'm not surprised Liam hasn't told you. You're not exactly the most welcoming and accepting person."

"I'm their best friend!" Louis said indignantly. "Why does no one care about how I feel about this?"

"If I were him, I'd be worried about telling you, too. Like I said, you really aren't the most accepting person."

"Like I said," Louis mocked, "you don't know me."

"I don't have to know you. Have you asked them nicely yet?"

"You sound like a mum."

Harry laughed. "Have you?"

"No," Louis confessed. Would Liam really tell him what was going on if he asked without getting mad?

"You could ask. Let him know that you're there for him, no matter what."

"Of course I'm there for him no matter what. That's what a best friend does."

"Well, good luck," Harry said with a smile. "And good luck with that job."

"Ah, fuck you," Louis said good-naturedly with a grin. "Thanks."

"No problem."

/ / / \ \ \

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"I'm tired of talking about this," Liam told Louis. "I'm tired of it happening."

"Can I sit here?" Louis asked. They were currently in the library, so no one was around. Louis internally laughed at the fact that the library was the only place where no one was.

"Sure."

"I wasn't kidding when I said you could tell me anything," Louis said seriously. "I'm your best friend for a reason."

"And I wasn't kidding when I said I'm tired of talking about it." Liam sighed and ran a hand through his hair stressfully. "I'm sorry. It's just... I don't know."

"I'm here when you do feel like talking about it, but it's kind of a douche move if you say that you're tired of talking about it and then you go and tell Harry."

"Yeah, well, you can blame Zayn for that."

"Is this fight with Zayn really that bad? You guys can't just talk it out?"

"It's more than that, Lou. You just don't get it." At least Liam didn't have to worry that Louis already knew — he was as oblivious to the relationship as Zayn was. The last thought made Liam bite the insides of his cheeks in anger and frustration.

"If you told me, I could help."

"No, you couldn't. Just trust me on this, Louis. I'm fine. I'll work on talking to Zayn."

"Fine. You guys better make up soon, or I'll have to find out for myself," Louis joked. "Good luck."

"Thanks, Lou."

As Louis left the library, he wondered just what the fight his best friends were going through could be about. Liam and Zayn never fought — Louis used to think that they were best friends with each other more than they were with Louis. What could they argue about that put a strain on their strong friendship?